The terrible fire -tale-Charles Spurgeon

I saw a terrible fire some time ago, or rather i saw the reflection of it in the sky, the heavens were crimsoned with it. It burned a large manufacture to the ground, and the firemen had hard work to save the buildings which surrounded it. They poured streams of water on it from fifteen engines, but it licked it up, and would have its course till the walls gave way. That terrible fire was kindled by a farthing rush- light‘ some years ago, i saw the black ashes of what the night before was a cheerful farm-yard, with its hay-ricks, corn-stacks, stables, and cow-sheds ; and lying about upon them were the carcass of a number of miserable horses and bullocks, which had perished in the flames. All that was done by a lurifermatch ,’ in america the indians strike a spark from a flint and steel, and set fire to the dry grass, and tie flames spread and spread until they sweep like a roaring torrent over prairies as large as england, and men and cattle have to flee for their lives. behold, how great a matter a little fire kindle!” and i he tongue is a fire i a few rash words will set a family, a neighborhood, a nation, by the ears; they have often done so. Half the law-suits, and half the wars have been brought about by the tongue. — james bolton.